Posted in Poetry and Prose

Stringed words

I string out these words of mine
Hanging out on a line
Watch the stage, clear the noise, this time is mine

There you live, there you stand
On a different land
Oh, just maybe you would understand

But these rhymes
These lines
Are a-part of me

i catch them, i read them, i quote them, i share them, i carry them
i don’t know where they land or where they dry
and leave impressions

But I keep them coming
I keep them going

Yeah, yeah, we get it
We love it
That endorphinal high
From you like, you virtual high five
But that’s not our definition

Pegged all pretty
Waving for attention
The breeze as you pass by
Leaving you asking
Connecting or not
Take your leave or stay awhile.
No dirty laundry please.


I am an aspiring and up and coming writer. Dubbed the wondering wanderer. Do come check out my stories.

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